So here was the call, blog-style, courtesy of AOL's Fan House:
The Giants are out of timeouts and the Eagles seem content to attempt a 38-yarder. Andy Reid calls a timeout with 21 seconds to go, but it's only third down. Maybe Reid doesn't want a Romo repeat if the snap's botched. And lets be honest, if Detmer single-handedly loses this game, he's not getting out of the stadium alive. Uh, forget that ... Garcia comes back out on third down and runs a QB sneak. Now, with three seconds left, Akers will attempt a 38-yarder. The snap is good ... the hold is good ... and the kick ... is GOOD!
Uh, forget that ... Garcia comes back out on third down and runs a QB sneak. Now, with three seconds left, Akers will attempt a 38-yarder. The snap is good ... the hold is good ... and the kick ... is GOOD!
One of the gifts of this unexpected Eagles' post-season is that the national media can spend more time swinging at a favorite target: the Philadelphia fan. This is a sort of an evergreen, we understand. The column writes itself.
But some new material has come out lately. Good stuff.
Sports Illustrated has a piece on Giant running back Tiki Barber, who at 31 has said this is his last season. Why is he retiring?
Things to read as we count the days:
AJ Daulerio, the homeboy from Horsham (but now living in NYC), writes at Deadspin that he is not looking forward to round 3 with the Giants: I haaaaaaaaaaaaaate this match up. The way things have gone in the NFC this year, it's crazy not to think the Giants don't have a shot at completely disembowling the Birds next week. Look, I'm a fan, but I'm also a realist and the Eagles aren't that much of a good team, but more of a fuzzy story, regardless of how remarkeable they've played the past few weeks. And a pissed off Giants team with something to prove is not the ideal situation at all and one I'm not very confident about. Now, who can get me tickets?
Enrico Campitelli Jr. has bought only one sports jersey in his adult years. It's red, white and blue, with Philly on the front and Allen Iverson's No. 3 on the back. He never wears it outside; it hangs in his closet. But he writes that he's a better Philadelphian for having it there:
I never thought trading Allen Iverson would make me feel so emotional. When I think about my love for Philadelphia sports, there are two guys that immediately come to the front of my mind: Allen Iverson and Donovan McNabb. Sure I have memories of my dad taking me to watch Sir Charles and The Doctor, but it was Allen Iverson whose entire career as a Sixer I followed from start to finish.
I was 15 in 1996 as I watched Pat Croce go nuts at the NBA Draft Lottery show when the Sixers found out they'd get the rights to draft the scrappy guard out of Georgetown. The Sixers drafted Allen Iverson with the first pick, and my hope in a championship coming to Philly was fueled by the lightning quick skills of the barely six footer. Basketball was my first love back then, and The Answer was wearing a Philadelphia uniform. A.I. gave me hope.
"Now that was an absolutely enjoyable football game to watch," writes Enrico at the AOL Fan House.
After five lead changes and one tie, the Eagles punched 14 unanswered points onto the scoreboard to beat the N. Y. Giants at the Meadowlands, grabbing both revenge and command of the Wild Card race.
Yup, Me-O, beat out Barbaro and humans from A-Rod to Zidane in winning yet another year-end poll. The idea wasn't to pick the greatest athlete of 2006. Just the most interesting one to cover.
Talking About Practice, the remix.
The Redskins controlled the ball and the clock. Ran at will. Completed more passes for more yards than the Eagles. Yet the Birds managed to win on Brian Westbrook's legs, Jeff Garcia's arm, Brian Dawkins' red-zone stop and enough Washington mistakes to warrant a subcommittee probe.
That leaves the Birds with a winning record (7 and 6), and still alive in the hunt for a playoffs spot. The best line of the day (hat tip, Iggles blog) goes to mprinz on the Wingheads board, who wrote: